Solution Manual for South-Western Federal Taxation 2019: Individual Income Taxes, 42nd Editi

Solution Manual for South-Western Federal

Taxation 2019: Individual Income Taxes, 42nd
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Gain an understanding of individual income tax concepts and ever-changing tax
legislation with SOUTH-WESTERN FEDERAL TAXATION 2019: INDIVIDUAL INCOME
TAXES, 42E. This reader-friendly presentation provides the most effective solution
to help you master individual taxation. You examine the most current tax
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About the Author
James C. Young, Ph.D., C.P.A., is the PricewaterhouseCoopers Professor of
Accountancy at Northern Illinois University. He earned his B.S. from Ferris State
University and his M.B.A. and Ph.D. from Michigan State University. Dr. Young's
research focuses on taxpayer responses to the income tax using archival data. His
dissertation received the PricewaterhouseCoopers/American Taxation Association
Dissertation Award and his subsequent research has received funding from a
number of organizations, including the Ernst & Young Foundation Tax Research
Grant Program. His work has been published in a variety of academic and
professional journals, including the National Tax Journal, The Journal of the

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American Taxation Association and Tax Notes. Honored as a Northern Illinois
University Distinguished Professor, Dr. Young received the Illinois C.P.A. Society
Outstanding Accounting Educator Award in 2012. In addition, he has received
numerous university teaching awards from Northern Illinois University, George
Mason University and Michigan State University.

Dr. William H. Hoffman, Jr., earned his B.A. and J.D. degrees from the University
of Michigan before serving in the Korean War as an of?cer in the U.S. Army�s
Judge Advocate General Corps. Following his return from military service, he
completed his M.B.A. and Ph.D. degrees from The University of Texas at Austin.
Dr. Hoffman was a licensed C.P.A. and attorney in Texas. Recognized for his
teaching excellence, Dr. Hoffman's academic experience included working with
The University of Texas, Louisiana State University and the University of Houston.
During his time in Houston, Dr. Hoffman served as a professor, mentor and
doctoral adviser to countless students and colleagues. Between 1977 and 1980,
he established what is now the SOUTH-WESTERN FEDERAL TAXATION SERIES. A
frequently requested professional speaker, Dr. Hoffman addressed many tax
institutes and conferences and published extensively in academic and
professional journals. His articles have appeared in The Journal of Taxation, The
Tax Adviser, Taxes-The Tax Magazine, The Journal of Accountancy, The
Accounting Review and Taxation for Accountants.
• SBN-10 : 1337702544
• ISBN-13 : 978-1337702546
Table contents:
South-Western Federal Taxation 2019: Individual Income Taxes
Part I: INTRODUCTION AND BASIC TAX MODEL.
1. An Introduction to Taxation and Understanding the Federal Tax Law.
2. Working with the Tax Law.
3. Tax Formula and Tax Determination; An Overview of Property Transactions.
Part II: GROSS INCOME.
4. Gross Income: Concepts and Inclusions.
5. Cross Income: Exclusions.
Part III: DEDUCTIONS.
6. Deductions and Losses: In General.
7. Deductions and Losses: Certain Business Expenses and Losses.
8. Depreciation, Cost Recovery, Amortization, and Depletion.
9. Deductions: Employee and Self-Employed-Related Expenses.
10. Deductions and Losses: Certain Itemized Deductions.
11. Investor Losses.
Part IV: SPECIAL TAX COMPUTATION METHODS, PAYMENT PROCEDURES, AND
TAX CREDITS.
12. Alternative Minimum Tax.
13. Tax Credits and Payment Procedures.
PART V: PROPERTY TRANSACTIONS.
14. Property Transactions: Determination of Gain or Loss and Basic
Considerations.
15. Property Transactions: Nontaxable Exchanges.
16. Property Transactions: Capital Gains and Losses.
17. Property Transactions: Section 1231 and Recapture Provisions.
Part VI: ACCOUNTING PERIODS, ACCOUNTING METHODS, AND DEFERRED
COMPENSATION.
18. Accounting Periods and Methods.
19. Deferred Compensation.
Part VII: CORPORATIONS AND PARTNERSHIPS.
20. Corporations and Partnerships.
Appendix A: Tax Rate Schedules and Tables.
Appendix B: Tax Forms.
Appendix C: Glossary.
Appendix D: Table of Code Sections Cited, Table of Regulations Cited,Table of
Revenue Procedures and Revenue Rulings Cited.
Appendix E: Practice Set Assignments–Comprehensive Tax Return Problems.
Appendix F: Table of Cases Cited.
Appendix G: Depreciation (online only)
Appendix H: Tax Formulas.
Appendix I: Present Value & Future Value Tables.
Index.
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 And men may come, and men may go,
But I flirt on for ever!

“I steel their hearts with subtile plots,

Not one my game discovers;
They give me sweet forget-me-nots,
And think they are my lovers.

“I smirk, I smile, I glimpse, I glance,

My moods are most ‘adaptive;’
I ne’er a valse or gallop dance,
But what I make a captive.

“I murmur out on balconies,

And ‘spoon’ upon staircases;
I like to see men on their knees,
I put up with embraces.

“And if they kiss me, well-a-day,

The liberty I pocket;
’Twould be unkind to say him ‘Nay,’
Who’d given me a locket.

“So on I mean to go the same,

Though some may call it folly;
And long as I my charms can claim
My hope is to be jolly.

“Let those who will do all they know

From flirting me to sever—
Whilst men shall come, or men shall go,
I will flirt on for ever!”
rom Finis.
 T C .
(A Birmingham Ballad of the 14th Century.)
I come when boots are small and stern,
And make a sudden sally,
To mar the lordly strut, and turn
The trips of every ballet.

Then fast and suddenly I grow

With many a painful quiver,
For men may cut and men may mow,
But I grow on for ever.

I make men scream o’er stony ways,

In screeching sharps and trebles,
And make them swear in maddened rage,
When slipping on the pebbles.

With many a twinge their soles I fret,

Soles arched and soles built shallow,
And many an imprecation get
From lips with pain grown sallow.

I shatter comfort as I grow,

The best of tempers shiver,
For men may cut and men may mow,
But I grow on for ever.

I wind about, and shoot and sprout,

Keen anguish dire entailing,
While here and there a swear and shout,
Each precious unavailing.

And oft-times, too, I make them quake,

As o’er loose stones I travel,
And make them with emotion shake
Upon the new-laid gravel.

I agonise them all, and go

 To make the strongest quiver,
For men may cut and men may mow,
But I grow on for ever.

I steal ’neath toes and in between,

I slide where toe cap covers,
I slink where p’raps a bunion’s been,
But now no longer hovers.

I twinge, I throb, I shoot, I prance.

When damp about is lying,
I make my victims fairly dance,
When rain about is flying.

And out I’ll neither come nor go,

From feet I’m hard to sever,
And they may cut and they may mow,
But I grow on for ever.
rom Ye Old Brum and ye New, by Jayhay.
Houghton and Hammond, Birmingham, 1878.
 T R .
A Steamboat Version.
I puff, and roar, and shriek, and blow,
Along the crowded river,
For men may scull, and men may row,
But I steam on for ever.

Now crowd the towing-path along

On foot and in the saddle,
Of cads and swells a giddy throng,
Yet still I onward paddle.

And up the stream I gaily go

Upon the sunlit river.
For men may scull, and men may row,
But I steam on for ever.

And in and out I curve and glide,

No other vessels fearing,
And go full speed adown the tide,
A reckless, wild course steering.

I fizz and clatter as I go

Fast up and down the river,
For men may scull and men may row,
But I steam on for ever.

I turn astern, and back, and stop,

With pant, and snort and clatter,
As down mid-stream I gaily drop
With rushing, dashing splatter.

I puff and roar, and shriek and blow

Along the crowded river,
For men may scull and men may row
But I steam on for ever.
udy, April 2, 1879.
 T S S L
I steam from snug up river lairs,
I make a sudden sally,
And spread dismay among the “pairs,”
Which by the rushes dally.

On tiny craft I love to dash

(As swallow darts on midges):
The women scream as down I crash,
And swamp them by the bridges.

Ay, helter-skelter, on I go,

Adown the crowded river,
For tide may ebb and tide may flow,
But I steam on for ever!

I drown with my shrill whistle’s scream

The blackbird’s piping trebles;
I churn up mud and foul the stream
Above the tide-worn pebbles.

With many a wave the punts I fret,

My wash engulphs them neatly;
I many a dainty lady wet,
And spoil her dress completely.

I clatter, splatter, as I go,

A-muck upon the river,
For tide may ebb and tide may flow,
But I steam on for ever.

I twist about, dash in and out,

T’annoy some merry party;
And here and there receive a shout
Of malediction hearty.

Yes! here and there the worm may turn,

And curse me as I travel;
 But victims, as a rule, I learn,
Are far too scared to cavil,

Or check me as along I go,

Upon the crowded river,
Where tide may ebb and tide may flow,
But I steam on for ever.

I steal by lawns when all is dark,

Glide close to reedy covers,
And there cut down the tiny bark,
That bears the heedless lovers.

I start, I dart, I screech, I blare,

I belch forth coal-black vapours;
I make the angry oarsmen swear
To write to all the papers.

I murder quiet ’neath the stars;

For any mischief willing;
I cut away young yachtsmen’s spars;
Treat anglers to a swilling.

The loveliest scenery I spoil,

On beauty lay embargo;
I reek with blacks and engine oil,
I carry cads for cargo.

I swill, I kill, I hoot, I snort,

A nuisance all declare me;
A river demon I disport,
Yet you’ve to grin and bear me!

Yes, on again I wildly go,

To curse the crowded river;
For tide may ebb and tide may flow,
But I steam on for ever!
ruth, August 11, 1881.
 T S .
(Not by Tennyson.)
I come from haunts of statesmen hard,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out a life-long bard
En-thu-si-as-ti-cally.

My life has run o’er stony ways,

I’ve seemed all sharps and trebles;
But now I mean to wring the bays
From critics hard as pebbles.

I on my Peer’s soft cushion fret,

Because my life seems fallow,
But ah! the “glowing Muse” shall yet
Show me less sour and sallow.

I steal away from Whiggish plots

To Poesy’s green covers,
I try my hand at true-love knots,
I sing for happy lovers.

I rhyme with H ’ dash

(Who fancied me all iron?)
With here a touch of C ’ flash,
And there a tone of B .

I sing Swiss glaciers, southern stars,

Australian wildernesses,
I sneer at old Colonial jars,
And Antipodean messes.

I fancy my old foes will quake,

As this new path I travel;
I think my rhymes the bards will shake,
And all the critics gravel.

Bravo, B L ! for do you know

 I think this dodge is clever,
For Statesmen come and Statesmen go,
But Bards live on for ever!
unch, May 23, 1885.

Lord Sherbrooke, better known, perhaps, as Mr. Robert Lowe, had just
produced a small volume of Poems, a piece of temerity on his part which is
now quite forgotten and forgiven.
 AL L T .
(By a Lawn-Tennysonienne.)
With rackets poised against the foe,
We scorn the shining river;
Though other games may come and go,
Lawn Tennis lives for ever.

We roam the verdant lawn about,

Our skill seems unavailing;
For, sometimes in and sometimes out,
’Gainst fortune we are railing.

We chatter in our eager ways,

In merry girlish trebles;
We rush for many a ball that strays
Across the pathway pebbles.

We play upon the grassy plots,

The “Court” the garden covers;
We wear the blue forget-me-nots,
Like T ’ young lovers.

We skip, we slide, with many a glance,

As swift as eager swallows;
And as the gay balls bound and dance,
The ardent player follows.

We murmur when the stern net bars

The ball, we shake our tresses;
We’ve played beneath the moon and stars,
As many a girl confesses.

And how to “screw” and “twist” we know,

The “Service” to deliver:
For other games may come and go,
Lawn Tennis lives for ever.
unch, August 8, 1885.
 ——:o:——
PARODIES OF SONGS IN
“THE PRINCESS.”
 T W W .
Home they brought her worrier, dead—
Dead as any mummy he—
So they thought, and so they said;
But his helpmate—what said she?

“Dead? I only wish he was!

He is only extra tight!
Too much liquor is the cause
Of my husbands senseless plight!

“Put him down—oh, anywhere!—

Not upon the sofa—no!
Drop him on the carpet—there!
Now I’ll thank you all to go!”

One by one they slowly went;

Then she locked and barred the door,
Then—above her worrier bent,
Frowned and smiled and crossed the floor.

From a corner back she tripped,

Knelt beside her helpless mate,
And, with scissors, clipped and clipped,
Till he had a hairless pate!

Then she rose and left him there—

Left him there, and went to bed—
Left him there without his hair,
With his hair around him spread!

In her bed she lay and slept,

On the floor he passed the night…
In the house for weeks he kept—
Sober—hairless—such a fright!

Not in vain was he deprived

Of his glossy locks, I trow:
With new hair new strength arrived—
He’s a pledged abstainer now!
C. J .
 L L H .
A Parody on “A ” in The Princess.
Let me lie here; the rain may rot the tree;
The undiluted essence of the grape
May set my plastic countenance agape;
For O, how frail, when out upon the spree.
Let me lie here!

Let me lie here: no dry old brewer’s sieve

Had greater need of liquor than had I;
Now like a boiling gooseberry floats mine eye,
Let me lie here, for I would quite as lieve.
Let me lie here!

Let me lie here: the secret is revealed;

Though I could wend with thee I am not fain;
Do not, policeman, take me home again,
I dread my wife and would remain concealed,
Let me lie here!
J C .

[The above appeared in the Central Literary Magazine, Birmingham,

1878.]
 San Francisco Free Public Library, Jan. 20, 1885.
To Walter Hamilton, Esq.
Dear Sir,—I venture to interrupt you again with a transcript of a
Tennyson Parody which you may not have seen. It can’t have the
local flavour with you which it had when first printed, in the middle
of General Butler’s political and oratorical campaign for the
governorship of Massachusetts—not his successful one, but one of
the others, about 1875. It first came out in the Springfield
(Massachusetts) Republican newspaper.—Very truly yours,
(Signed) F. B. P .
B S .
(After Tennyson—and Butler.)
The slander falls in different halls
Where sounds the somewhat stale old story:
With wrath he shakes, and fearless makes,
Like the wild cataract, “leaps in glory.”
Blow, Butler, blow! set your wild statements flying;
Blow, Butler; answer people!—“Lying, lying, lying!”

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, further going
From Truth,—as far as he from scar—
The doughty general’s reckless blowing!
Blow, Butler! let us hear the working men replying—
Blow, Butler! answer, people!—“Lying, lying, lying!”

Your yarns, Ben, die in this State’s sky;

They fail in hall, on bench, by river:
The answers roll from poll to poll—
“He lies for ever and for ever.”
Blow, Butler, blow! set your wild statements flying;
Blow, Butler; answer, people!—“Lying, lying, lying!”

——:o:——
THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.
 T L (B ) B .
(The University Boat Race.)
Half a length, half a length,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Thames
Rowed the Eights, onward!
“Go!” was the starter’s cry,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to win—or try;
Into the valley of Thames
Rowed the Eights, onward!

Steamers to right of them,

Steamers to left of them,
Steamers each side of them,
Snorted and thundered!
Cheered at by cad and swell,
Boldly they rowed and well,
Under Barnes Railway Bridge,
On past the Ship Hotel,
Rowed the Eights, onwards.

O but the sight was fair,

Flashed the oar-blades in air,
Trying the rowlocks there,
Rowing to Mortlake, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the steamer smoke,
Fiercely in front they broke;
G and M ;
Strong was the Oxford stroke,
Nobody blundered;
Then they rowed back, but not
As they rowed onward!

Steamers to right of them,

Steamers to left of them,
 Steamers in front of them,
Snorted and thundered;
Cheered at by cad and swell,
While horse and Cockney fell,
They that had rowed so well,
Came through Barnes Railway Bridge,
Back from the Ship Hotel,
All that was left in them
Since they rowed onward!

When can their glory fade?

O, the wild spurts they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the spurts they made,
Dark and Light Blue Brigade,
Each worth a hundred!
Fun, April 27, 1867.
 T G S ’S .
Dark were the streets and wet;
Out went each radiant jet,
While all that passed or met
Questioned and wondered.

“Strike,” was the gasmen’s cry,

Their’s not to reason why.
Their’s to raise wages high,
Pleasure and trade defy;
Therefore the gasmen struck—
Struck by the hundred.

Darkness to right of them,

Darkness to left of them,
Darkness in front of them,—
Every one blundered.

Many an oath and yell

On the fierce strikers fell;
When to the gasworks came—
Came to work swift and well,
Another Six Hundred.

Flashed all their elbows bare,

Flashed all at once in air;
Shovelling the Wallsend there,
Filling retorts up, while
Strike-men all wondered.

Plunging in flame and smoke,

Bravely the coals they broke;
Strong was their pickaxe stroke.
Loudly the public voice
Cheering them thundered.
Then to their beef and beer
Rushed the Six Hundred.